Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.